There is a contract you enter into with society when you become a police officer. You sign up for the job with the full understanding that you will never be wealthy. You accept the fact that you will work nights, weekends, and holidays. You will work in the blistering heat of the summer and the Arctic chill of the winter. You understand that there will be family events cancelled at the last minute due to a chaotic work schedule. Little League games and piano recitals will be missed. You will consistently see the worst that human existence has to offer. You know that, statistically, you will die younger due to heart disease and stress-related illnesses than the average person (the most generous study has police officers surviving to an average age of 66, compared with 73 for the average US male population).
Finally, you understand fully that your spouse or partner may at some point receive a visit from very somber people in the middle of the night, a visit which starts with the words "we have some bad news."
This is not a theoretical risk. In 2011, 173 police officers were killed in the line of duty. That number represents a 14% increase from the year before. For the first time in 14 years, more police officers were killed by gunfire than by on-duty auto accidents. Firearms related fatalities for officers, in fact, rose 70% from 2008 to 2011. In one 24 hour period in January of 2011, 11 officers were shot in 5 states. Last year was open season on cops.
The deal with a contract, though, is that obligations extend to both parties. In return for the sacrifices listed above, police officers have a right to expect certain things. A wage that allows you to raise a family in modest surroundings. Patrol cars that don't explode when rear-ended. Body armor that stops bullets most of the time. The ability to take your child to the doctor when she is sick.
And if fate determines that we don't return home one evening, we expect a big funeral. Really big, with scores of squad cars, officers in their dress
uniforms, and citizens lining the streets. This may sound shallow or trite, but trust me, it isn't. I didn't understand the importance of this ritual before I became a cop, and even then I didn't truly understand it until I became a father. It simply boils down to this: if I am killed in the line of duty, I want my wife and children to see that my community appreciates the sacrifice they had to make.
However, the contract does not end after the funeral. It used to be that we could count on society to take care of our families to some
degree: A ceremony every year. A name etched into a memorial. A politician praising the sacrifice of a profession undervalued by society. Special death benefits for the families of officers killed in the line of duty. Not enough to make our families wealthy, but enough to keep them out of poverty. Maybe reduced or free state
college tuition for our kids.
The Contract.
I had the sad honor of attending the memorial service for one of my fallen brothers last year. Police Officer Craig Birkholz, age 28, was shot to death on March 20, 2011 in the City of Fond Du Lac, Wisconsin. Craig was responding to a domestic violence incident gone bad, and officers on scene were calling for help. Craig was gunned down as he approached the residence to help his coworkers. Another responding officer, Ryan Williams, and his canine partner were also shot and seriously injured.
There were several unbearably bitter ironies to this incident. The first was that Craig was a decorated veteran of the United States Army who had survived combat deployments to both Iraq and Afghanistan. He survived in a war zone only to be killed on the soil of his own nation. This is almost too heartbreaking to think about. The other bitter irony is that Craig was murdered by another combat veteran.
This incident devastated those of us in Wisconsin's law enforcement community. It is remarkable how much you can grieve for a man you never met. I and my coworkers cried freely at Craig's memorial service. He was, by every single account, an absolutely extraordinary young man, a fact that makes the pain of this loss even more pronounced. A wonderful, happy, committed, compassionate, and principled young man cut down in the prime of his life.
The other tragedy is that Craig left behind the love of his life, Ashley. I can't even begin to fathom the depth of her loss. A young couple with hopes, plans, and dreams, all cut short on March 20, 2011.
Nothing can take that pain away. Nothing can soothe that ache. There are, however, things society can do to try to hold up its end of the contract.
In the Wisconsin Legislative session of 2009-2010, a bill passed both the Senate and Assembly providing health insurance to the families of firefighters killed in the line of duty. For reasons unknown to me, police officers were not included in this legislation. However, in May of 2011, a bipartisan effort led by Republican Senator Van Wanggaard and Democratic Senator Bob Jauch sought to remedy this. Senate Bill 18 added the health insurance protection to the surviving spouses and children of Wisconsin's fallen law enforcement officers, retroactively. The bill passed the Senate on May 17, 2011 by unanimous vote.
In August of 2011, Ashley Birkholz attended a hearing in front of the Wisconsin Assembly to discuss SB 18. She wrote a letter to the legislators, read by Fond Du Lac officer Jeff Harbridge on her behalf. She told them about what the legislation meant to her and the families of other fallen officers. She was joined by Charlette Nennig, whose husband LeRoy was killed in the line of duty with the Sheboygan County Sheriff's Office in 2004. Also testifying that day was Jenny Van Handel, whose husband Heath, a DNR pilot, was killed in 2009 in a plane crash while assisting in fighting a forest fire near Marshfield. On multiple occasions, Jim Palmer, Executive Director of the Wisconsin Professional Police Association, explained to the Wisconsin Legislature how much this bill meant to the brave men and women of Wisconsin law enforcement. Nobody can claim that the Assembly members didn't know the importance of this legislation, because they heard about it first hand from the very people who need the assistance this bill would provide.
On November 1, 2011, the Wisconsin Assembly was supposed to take up this measure, and passage would have certainly resulted in Governor Walker signing the legislation. On that same day, the Assembly was scheduled to pass a resolution honoring the sacrifice of Craig Birkholz. The Birkholz family was supposed to go from the ceremony honoring Craig to watching the health insurance bill pass. It would have been a positive day among many filled with sorrow for this family.
Few could have predicted what happened next...